The list will tell you what you need to do. You make it. It is long, around 23 items. Full of tasks ranging from the simple "Must go to toilet." to "Find new Job, and Flat" all of which you earnestly expect to complete by the end of the day. You start, do a couple of items, get bored, and then throw the list aside. Now you are even more depressed. And irritable. In a fit of pique you quickly get a shower, and get dressed and go to the gym. For some reason (probably health related) you decide not to take the car and walk to the gym. The sky is grey and cloudy, threatening to rain all over your unprotected back. You have forgotten your umbrella. Obviously. You reach the gym. It is closed. It won't be open for two days. Disheartened, and each step heavier than the last you start walking home. It starts to rain. Heavily. By the time you get in you are soaked. You change, wrap a towel around yourself and sit on the sofa watching TV. You are bored, and ashamed of wasting a day doing nothing. You comfort yourself with cocoa, and think even Nelson Mandela / Ghandi / Mother Teresa had days like this. Probably. Dreamily you head off to bed, knowing tomorrow will be better.